[PRP] willnamesoon

[Tori Honoo]

On the bridges of Sandalwood, a young woman made her way through the branches and leaves, quickly scaling ladders and doing her best to keep as low an interest in herself as she could, begging the small trembling in her hands to at least allow her to climb as needed and the shadows of the day to hide her more easily should she need it.

Another rope ladder, lean arms pulling her up and a frustrated sigh as the oversized sweater she wore got in her way. With a deep frown, halfway up the rungs, she shook out her wrist to rid her hands of the offending fabric, only to gasp and tense as the motion loosed a tool from her pocket. She watched desperately as the glass cutter clinked and fell against the wooden panels, and hesitated just a moment. Should she try to retrieve it or go about her plan without and hope for an alternative?  

[Gwennythe]

Tambrey maintained, still, a small storage in Sandalwood; she didn't come often (in fact, this was only the third time since she'd joined that she'd actually gotten back to the place) but it was a useful asset given her lifestyle.

She hadn't exactly left the university on -good- terms, but she hadn't really left (as far as they knew) on bad terms either; just a student who was too frustrated to keep going in the limited sphere of academia where professors were supposed to shine and students were there to 'assist'.
As far as any one knew, even here, she'd gone off to pursue the 'field' side of research; low profile and lab-less most of the time, but out of their hair and no reason for shame nor any promise of prestigious work to tempt them into seeking her out... She, to them, had simply been the usual student who decided to leave.

Tambrey actually considered that this made the risk of going into Sandalwood even more minimal; with the recent Rocket developments, why -shouldn't- she turn up where she kept some of her stuff? Perhaps she was anxious to make sure her notes and possessions were still safe and secure in a world that seemed to be getting more and more reports of criminal activity every day.
Her true reason, however, was to raid a personal stash of things that the loss of the base had now made valuable, to her, and, in a smaller way, to Team Rocket too.
Indeed, she collected a few of her notes to place in her bag- a few experiments she still considered plausible and adaptable to her current work, should she ever be able, or allowed, to return to it- and then grabbed up the smaller pieces of delicate instrumentation she'd kept safe, alongside a small ornament collection. The ornaments would stay here, but the scientific kit would come with her; it would be nice to have her own back, and it would cut down on trying to find things in the base all the time, even if scientific ability was limited right now.

She had only been granted a few hours for the trip- thankfully Pygi was fast enough to accommodate the time limit- but she /did/ want have a quick walk around the area... Just a few minutes, for some of the better nostalgia as she had once before...

The path of her walk led to a place where the trees seemed to drop strange fruit.
Fruit, that, as she got closer, Tambrey realised was a glass-cutter... Well, that was suspicious.
She glanced upward, curiously, silent for a moment.  

[Tori Honoo]

Though she had only paused for just that moment, she tensed as she looked down to see a woman looking back up at her. A quick panic swept through her expression before she shook it off and continued her climb, at a more casual but precise pace, hoping the stranger hadn't made any assumptions just yet.

She just wanted it back. It was rightfully hers, and though this was against all rules, she was tired of waiting and scared without her at her side.  

[Gwennythe]

Glass cutter... Climbing... Look of panic.
It would be pretty strange not to come to one of a range of conclusions.
Tambrey wasn't high enough clearance to know whether this was Rocket activity or not but she was pretty sure it wasn't; the girl had dropped her tool, allowed her face to be seen and yet left her conscious and able to report and describe her appearance had she been inclined to.

Her mind processed the evidence; the girl appeared to be breaking into somewhere, yet didn't seem to be professionally trained. She wondered if the girl was wearing gloves or not- she, of course, hadn't been able to see that...
Tambrey stooped, and, using the fabric of her sleeves, retrieved the tool from the ground, careful not to get her own fingerprints on it, before securing it, and beginning to carefully climb up after the girl.
She continued to think as she did, deciding that there probably wasn't too much danger- a flight response chosen over protecting one's identity didn't lend itself to real guilt, unless the girl just wasn't thinking... But glass-cutting was quite a focus-needing skill; if she had the foresight to know how to do that and to pack a tool rather than smashing a window, she probably wasn't just in a blind panic...
That didn't bring Tambrey to a motive, but it did rule out quite a few things, and it did make her feel more confident about climbing up after the girl.
Besides, the pokéballs at her belt had kept her alive through far more dangerous missions than this strange excursion...
She'd announce herself, quietly, once she was up; the girl had clearly been -trying- to be cautious and discreet and it wasn't Tambrey's place to call her out...  

[Tori Honoo]

Once arrived at her desired level of the canopy homes--shockingly normal, higher middle class dwellings, so it seemed--the young woman stepped away from the ladder and made her way down the sidewalks, carefully keeping an eye out.

A soft gasp escaped her as a familiar young man and woman stepped to the edge of the walk, and she very quickly moved out of sight behind a tree, watching carefully as both released beautiful flying types. While she had been thoroughly surprised to see them, as she had found they should have left at least half an hour before now and had planned her move accordingly, she couldn't help but admire the Pokemon they possessed. Fitting, that they should be so unique, given the one they had taken from her.

She watched as the two and their Pokemon took to the sky, forgetting about the woman she had seen. Surely she hadn't been so curious, and now that they were gone, her work would go smoothly...aside from her lack of equipment. With a sigh, she stared, large eyes never leaving the targeted home. Surely there was another way in...  

[Gwennythe]

With the same kind of caution and discretion that Tambrey had gradually gained mission after mission, and honed a little more in sessions training with Aulus (even if honing such there was simply a side effect of practicing being lighter on her feet), the casually-clothed grunt emerged onto the same level as the girl.

Something had gotten her determined, and Tambrey was doubting it was mere greed... Though it did seem they'd gotten up to a somewhat affluent neighbourhood. She didn't really recognise this part of town; her student digs- and places she'd had to be before- hadn't lent any real reason to come up to this part of town.
Casually, she slowly strolled after the girl who had dropped the tool; witnessing the departure of trainers on flying types, and, she supposed, what was essentially a reassessment of a target?
Something specific to this place then... Someone -could- be paying the woman for something, but then, surely, if they would pay someone to do this work, they'd go... professional? She wasn't getting that impression yet even if she was beginning to understand the intention and activity... So, what could the motive be if not payment? Blackmail seemed more likely, but what might the girl ahead be blackmailed /for/?
Tambrey sighed.
She didn't /know/ the motive here, which made this dangerous, but a person with a specific target and specific intentions would have a specific motive... and someone who didn't seem -used- to specific intentions probably had a somewhat desperate specific motive...
This girl also seemed to be acting alone, in this activity at least. In a town that had driven Tambrey herself, eventually, to desperate measures.
It was risky, then, but Tambrey made a decision.
She'd /try/ to be careful and hidden for just a minute more and see what, if anything, the woman thought up without her glass-cutter (she assumed that might be the cause of the apparent reassessment though couldn't be sure) and then, depending on the outcome, she'd make herself known and try to either help or stop the girl. Or at least find out what was going on.
The grunt crouched and waited just for the next moment or two.  

[Tori Honoo]

After a few moments of stillness, the girl closed her eyes and gathered her resolve. She wouldn't be able to get into the first floor, that was sure, but maybe the second would be accessible...

Moving cautiously after checking her immediate surroundings, the girl moved toward the backs of the houses, drawing closer to the recently vacated home. Once close enough, she was able to piece it together, just as she had before, but with the same challenge-- how would she actually get inside? Getting out wouldn't be hard; the house was empty, and she could very easily let herself out the back door and no one would know until they had found the new accessory in their window glass. Another moment of just standing in silence, hidden out of plain sight.

Sunroofs, on the slopes. Maybe if she could get to the roof, she would find a ceiling window that would be more easily opened by hand, or at least be less noticeable if destroyed--at first. Fortunately, the house had been built with the trees as it's frame, the most prominent feature it's backbone, a strong trunk thicker than half of the houses nearby.

Her brow furrowed, and with a look of determination--and nervousness-- the girl moved to climb the tree closest to the home, in hopes the branches draped around it were strong enough to hold her, should they have to.  

[Gwennythe]

The girl vanished from view and Tambrey paused to assess the situation herself before creeping forward to try and spot her again.
She was reasonably sure of which property the girl was casing, and she was reasonably sure that the girl must have gone up into the trees... She just couldn't see her.

An idea got into her mind and she decided to properly approach the house she assumed was being targeted.
Depending on where the other girl was, she might spot her, she knew, but she was reasonably confident that her route wouldn't be noted by any passers-by.

If she was fast enough, and careful, she could let herself into the house- perhaps by using the glass cutter that was dropped? Well, she wasn't entirely familiar with those; it would just be a messy job and besides, why did she really want to break in? It would be just as easy to talk to the girl in any other way.
Tambrey had an idea; she went to a window and peered in, waiting to see if the other girl appeared inside. She'd wait for at least 10 minutes, she decided, and then she'd either knock on the door to see what happened, or retreat.  

[Tori Honoo]

Once up in the tree, the girl looked around and moved toward the outreaching branches, her eyes lit and alert as she took small steps, testing the strength of the nature below her. Luckily, multiple branches hung over the house, and she was easily able to drop to the roof without being harmed. However, it made hiding harder, and she began to move more quickly, searching now for a weak spot.

A sunroof was quickly located, and she crawled towards it, staying low and glad her sweater was about the same color as the roofing--all planned well, she thought to herself. As she had suspected, the ceiling window wasn't latched, and she was able to quickly open it and learn down a bit to listen.

Silence.

Pausing again to take another deep breath, the girl judged the distance between where the opening was and the ground--not too far, but not exactly close... With another show of hesitation, she waited, then slid her legs around and through the hole, before pushing herself over the small edge and through. For a moment, her fingers gripped the edges, then released, and her feet quickly found the floor, her knees bending gracefully. Thank goodness for all those years of climbing and playing outdoors.

Once inside, the girl didn't move, instead choosing to listen and look for a few moments, just in case she had missed something...or someone.  

[Gwennythe]

And... there.
A soft noise, a dropping body... And inside now, was the girl from before.
Curiosity both satisfied and further piqued, Tambrey popped up and, keeping her hand covered by a sleeve- continuing to be careful about prints, she guessed- the girl gave a gentle tap on the window; it should be enough to let the person inside know there was someone here, but not loud enough to attract people from other houses.
A friendly wave was already to match her curious, but she hoped friendly, smile if she could get the girl's attention.  

[Tori Honoo]

At the sound, Riley's head jerked around and locked immediately on the woman's face in the window, and for a few seconds, all she did was stare.

"Shoot!" she whispered, standing to move. Maybe if the woman was police she could explain the situation... she had wanted to steer clear of police involvement, considering her homelife the past year or so... or lack of it, really. Standing timidly, she moved rubbed her arm, her eyes not leaving the woman.

Wait... a smile? Did she think that she belonged inside...?  

[Gwennythe]

Tambrey mouthed 'Hello!' and then gestured, with a bob of her head that carried into most of her body, that it would just be easier to communicate if Riley opened the door.

She still hadn't given any real indication that anything might be 'wrong' but it would be really coincidental that someone should happen to appear right at the moment that Tambrey had...  

[Tori Honoo]

She took a step back, unsure feeling beating at her chest. The woman didn't seem to be angry... Was this a trick?

Trick or not, the woman had seen her face, and though she could run, it wouldn't be long until she was found. It was hard enough getting through the city with her partner, let alone by herself.

With a hard swallow, she moved forward toward the door, hesitating before finally.... Finally opening the door.

"I-I..."  

[Gwennythe]

"Hello. Um, d'you mind if I come in? Better to talk with the door closed, is all." Tambrey offered as Riley opened the door and immediately trying to enter and do just that.
So that Riley wouldn't have too much doubt about why she'd suddenly appeared, Tambrey already had the glass cutter grasped in a sleeve-covered grip. Visible.
"Wanted to get the thing you dropped back to you. Not really the kind of thing you really want to leave around where people can pick it up."
She sounded rather calm; perhaps 'jolly', even.  

[Tori Honoo]

When the stranger spoke with a surprisingly chipper accent, clear confusion crossed Riley's face, and when the woman entered, she quickly scurried back, doing her best to get out of her way and give a little more space.

About to question why the woman had come, the girl fell silent and blinked widely at the item in the other's hand. So she had been the same one from before...

"Oh... I... Um...." Her hand lifted, as if to take it, then stilled, trembling just slightly. Why was she giving it back? This was strange...! Something was very amiss, and while she hoped to be quick on her feet, all she could ask was "Wh-Why are you here?" in a soft, timid voice that certainly didn't match her actions of breaking and entering.